Well, little lady, let me elucidate here

Everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat
Who knows where it's at

Tell me, everybody's pickin' up on that feline beat
'Cause everything else is obsolete
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born

Every time he plays

But with a square in the act
You can set music back

To the cave man days, cha-cha-ba-dum-bo-day

I've heard some corny birds who who tried to sing

Still a cat's the only cat who knows how to swing

Who wants to dig a long-haired gig or stuff like that?

When everybody wants to be a cat
A square with a horn makes you wish you weren't born
Every time he plays
Oh, a rinky-tinky-tinky
With a square in the act you can set music back
To the cave man days

Oh, a rinky-tinky-tinky

Yes, everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at
When playin' jazz you always has a welcome mat
'Cause everybody digs a swinging cat

Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat
Hallelujah!
Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat

Everybody, everybody, everybody wants to be a cat
Everybody, everybody

Copyright: Walt Disney Music Company
Writer(s): Al Rinker, Floyd Huddleston